Prologue

Intro

Twenty five years ago, a race called the Necromongers came out of nowhere, descending upon the universe like a plague. Their leader, the Lord Marshall, was a man half alive and half something else. He was ruthless and could not be defeated. Or so he thought. My father, a fire Elemental, told him of a Furian male who would cause the Lord Marshall's downfall. After his prophecy, my father was killed. The Lord Marshall descended upon Furia and killed every single Furian on the planet and after he was done, he destroyed it. Thinking he was safe, he continued his campaign to find the Underverse. But unbeknownst to him, two male Furian infants escaped the massacre and were hidden across the universe. Liam, my husband, was raised by Elementals and various others, the other, Riddick, was raised by the human race. Me, I was a hybrid. I was created by the genes of Furians and Elementals. The Necromongers would surely try to kill us three if they knew who and where we were. So we made sure we were hidden well, but no one can truly know the future.

Part One

Aeon locked the door behind her as she left her house for the day. It was a nice day, the sun was out, but there were still clouds, it wasn't hot and the air from the ocean brought the smell of food from the market. Liam was still sleeping as usual; he was a true being of the night. But Aeon was a half fire elemental, so she enjoyed the sun's rays. She placed a large hat over her head to shield her sensitive Furian eyes then left for the market.

On the way, she was greeted by the locals with a smile and friendly hellos. "Nice day today, eh Aeon?" The older woman of the city greeted her.

"It is Dermal, how are your grandchildren?" Aeon greeted back.

"Same as always; rowdy."

Aeon smiled and went on her way. The market was busy today, many bought the essential needs such as water, bread, and fish but many others also bought jewelry, flowers, baskets, pets, and other exotic items from the far reaches of the universe. Aeon bought bread, fruit, vegetables, and a golden dagger from the planet Helion Prime.

"You look quite pretty today, Aeon." The store owner told her.

"Why thank you, Toorah." Aeon had forgotten what she had put on today. Usually, she wore a simple tank top and a pair of cargo pants or shorts, but today, she wore a cropped satin sleeveless shirt with a plain necklace hanging from her neck, a long skirt covered her bare feet, and she didn't have her red hair pulled back.

"I think it looks very nice too." A familiar voice added.

"Liam, you're awake." Aeon turned her head to greet her husband. He had his sensitive eyes covered with sunglasses; he wore a simple long-sleeved shirt with a metal coin tied around his neck, and cargo pants. "What made you decide to get up? It's still daylight."

"I noticed." He grinned. "I saw you leave the house and I was bored."

Aeon grinned. He wanted to make sure she was safe, so he left the safety of the dimly lit house. Normally, that would annoy her, but today it was sweet because she could tell he was tired and needed rest. She paid for the items and the two went on their way to the local pub.

The local pub was lively, but not to the standards of the inner worlds. There were plenty of people, but the music was jovial instead of dark and the bartenders were friendly and conversational instead of mysterious. The couple sat at a table at the far end of the pub. Aeon placed her basket full of items on the table and leaned back into the cushiony couch. Everything seemed nice until a fight broke out.

"What in the world? Fights don't break out here." Liam said.

Aeon sat up straight. "There must be a newcomer, then." She started to look around for the newcomer. The couple had lived on the planet so long; they knew what everyone looked like. The newcomer was tall and muscular. He had a shaved head and goggles covered his eyes. Aeon gasped as familiarity not her own grasped her. Her psychic powers were immense, but she couldn't control every part of it. Her head started to spin and she started to feel weak. A feeling she hated with a strong passion. "Liam," she called for her husband.

He took his eyes away from the newcomer and back to his wife. "What's wrong?" He sat beside her. "Is it another vision?"

She shook her head and pulled her head up to whisper in his ear. "Furian," Was all she could say before blacking out.

Liam's protective mode kicked in. He lay Aeon down flat on the couch before he got up to really see this newcomer. The newcomer was about to pull out a dagger on one of the townsmen when Liam grabbed his arm. "Who are you?" he asked darkly.

Instead of answering, the newcomer swiped at Liam. Anticipating the attack, he ducked and with one fluid move, pulled out his dagger and aimed it at the newcomer's neck. Liam's eyes were an angry purple when his sunglasses slid off his face. The newcomer raised an eyebrow. He seemed confused and pulled off his goggles to reveal glowing purple eyes as well. "Who the fuck are you?"

Liam lowered his blade only by a fraction. "You did not answer my question."

"No time." The newcomer put his blade back into his belt loop. "I came here to outrun the Necros and Mercs on my tail." He averted his eyes from Liam's to Aeon's body lying on the couch.

Liam froze. "Did you say Necros?"

The newcomer gave a nod. "Necromongers, a people with a bad ass attitude."

Liam grew angry and sliced the newcomer cheek with one swift move. "You brought Necromongers here!"

The newcomer licked the blood flowing from his cheek and shrugged. "They'd come anyways. Why not pick up the pace?"

Liam wanted to take another swipe at him, but Aeon was standing in front of him. "Don't," she said. "He is Furian."

"He's still a fucking bastard." Liam growled.

"But a brother nonetheless." Aeon put her hand over his and lowered his blade. "How long until they find us?" she asked the newcomer.

"A few months. I left them in the fifth galaxy of Taur. Heh. They'll be licking their wounds for at least another two months."

Aeon noticed the villager's faces. "Don't tell anyone of this. If you must, leave this planet. But do not start a panic. That is certainly the last thing we need."

The villagers nodded and quickly left the pub. When Aeon turned back to the newcomer, he was gone.